Remy "Gambit" LeBeau (aceoheartscajun) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2010-09-04 16:25:00 |
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Current music: | "System de Sexe," Julien-K |
Come Into My Parlor....
Remy stood in front of the mirror in his suit. The crisp white shirt, only half-tucked into his pants, was unbuttoned at the neck and the first button below. His hair was styled with that choreographed messiness ripped straight out of GQ Magazine. His jacket lay around his form; tight around his broad shoulders but loose around his lithe abdomen.
No one would say no to dis... he thought with a hungry grin as he looked into the mirror. He wished he could grab his reflection and fuck his own brains out. But no, tonight he was saving all the ravishment for the delicious purple-haired ninja that had joined their impromptu crew.
He sprayed some cologne over himself, a darkly mysterious spicy scent that had a proven track record, and picked up the phone. He quickly dialed Betsy's number and leant back against the wall casually; his confident smirk made every single one of his intentions clear (although it was quite unlikely anyone would doubt what they were in the first place).
"Bonsoir ma chere," he greeted; the words slithered out of his mouth in his characteristically suggestive, smoky drawl. "In'eres'ed in dinner for two, my room?"
He knew what her answer would be. Even if she decided to play hard to get, he knew that made it merely a matter of time. "A t'ief mus' be patien'... He could always pass any time by imagining the things he wanted to do to her; the feeling of her firm legs and ass under his upward-sliding palm...
I don' t'ink she'd mind me t'inkin' abou' dat...